Ginger wanted to get where they were going, get a room, and a shower, and go to bed. She would have been perfectly content with walking the rest of the way there in silence, but no. Peter couldn't have that. Couldn't give her that. He had to open his mouth. Had to talk about this Andrew. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" she shouted, turning on her heel to face him, eyes flashing with fire. "Honestly, I don't give a shit, Peter! It's been six months for you, you've moved on, you've gotten over it. Guess what? It's been about six minutes for me! I'm not over it, I'm not moving on! And I'm not having a goddamn conversation about your new fucking boyfriend!" Her words were punctuated by a loud smack as her hand came across his cheek.